Liberty To M. Le Diplomate

Thou fool who treatest with the sword, and not With the strong arm that wields it! Thou insane Who seest the dew-drops on the lion's mane, But dost forget the lion! Oh thou sot, Hugging thy drunken dream! Thou idiot Who makest a covenant against the rain With autumn leaves! Thou atheist who dost chain This miserable body that can rot, And thinkest it Me! Fool! for the swordless arm Shall strike thee dead. Madman, the lion wakes, And with one shake is dry. Sot, the day breaks Shall sober even thee. Idiot, one storm And thou art bare. Atheist, the corse is thine, But lo, the unfettered soul immortal and divine!